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Evening Prayer
Two Gods: the one in the closet
and the one from school days
and both are not mine.
I opened
the door on God at dusk and closed
him the rest of the day.
Vandana khanna biography of mahatma
He perched
on the ledge above my father's shirts
and wool suits, a mandir in every Hindu
house, ours smelling of starch, surrounded
by ties and old suitcases. I was the ghost
at school, sat on the pew and watched
as other girls held God under their tongues.
My lips remember the prayer my parents
taught me those evenings with their bedroom
closet open—Ganesh carved in metal, Krishna
blue in a frame.
I don't remember the translation,
never sure I really knew it. I got mixed up sometimes,
said a section of the 'Our Father' in the middle
of the arti, ending in Amen when I meant Krishna,
Krishna, not sure when to kneel and when to touch
someone's feet with my hands.
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My name means it all—holiness, God, evenings
praying to a closet.
My mother says before I
was